dream, a memory that had no real part in his waking life today. At times, he wondered what he had been thinking all those years. Of what had he been so afraid? It wasn’t just being Catholic. The edification of thirteen years of Cincinnati parochial schools dissipated within months of his arrival at Ohio State in 1968. There, he grew his hair long and answered the call of the Bob Dylan songs he played incessantly on his beat-up stereo. “The first one now will later be last,” Dylan said. The times, they were a-changing.
